"Of course, it was about Xiao'er."
Mu Xiao was particularly excited and immediately hopped off the sofa, scurrying toward the kitchen, "Dad, Dad, did you hear that? Grandpa praised me."
A fish was steaming in the pot—Mu Qian had just taken it out, then heated the oil with practiced, deft movements. He said to Mu Xiao, "Is that so? What did Grandpa praise you for?"
Mu Xiao's height only reached Mu Qian's thigh, the difference made him look adorably cute, "Grandpa said Xiao'er is extremely smart."
Mu Qian sprinkled green onions on top of the fish and then squatted in front of Mu Xiao, "If Grandpa praised you, what should you do?"
Mu Xiao thought for a moment, then promptly said, "Politeness demands reciprocity, I should also say something nice about Grandpa."
Then he turned around and scurried back out, standing in front of Wen Cheng with his clear and clean eyes wide open, "Grandpa, you really have good taste."
